Can I tell you a secret?
I sometimes have a bad habit of pushing love.
The truth is, you can’t force love. You have to let it grow and manifest itself. You have to slowly build it like you’re building a strong foundation, one block at a time- and sometimes while you’re hard at work, you have no concept of the progress you’ve made until you take the time to step back and evaluate what you’ve done.
I’m an impatient oaf, and from an outsider’s perspective when I want something really bad, I want it, like, yesterday. Unfortunately for me, that’s not the way love always works. It takes time. It takes attention. It takes real work from everyone involved. I understand that, but my problem isn’t with understanding as much as it is with excitement.
I mean, when I meet someone who is a potential “love”, I go crazy. I’m talking head over hells, drooling, and incompetent crazy. I think about nothing else but that person for the entire time I’m away from them. It’s a sickness. I swear! That being said, not seeing that person will undoubtedly eventually kill me. I am sure of it. She’s my addiction.
My name is Sabatino, and I’m addicted to this girl who has big beautiful eyes, a killer smile, and gorgeous flowing hair. She’s one of the most impressive people I’ve ever met, and while she’ll never admit it, she’s an amazing chef, and her energy gives me new life. She over-exaggerates everything, uses an obnoxious number of smiley faces, and she’s in love with wine, cheese, family, and guys who can cook. I seriously can’t stop thinking about her. I may need an intervention. Help!
Also, my roommate has this weird obsession with bass fishing. Any suggestions?